d to your luggage。？
？Thank you；？ Blair replied graciously； pleased with herself for having made Chuck call and
pretend to be her father； booking her a suite only minutes before she arrived。 Of course； she could
have asked her dad to call himself； but he was in Germany buying a plane or a car？she wasn？t sure
which？for his new French boyfriend； Giles； and she didn？t want to bother him。
The Yale Club lobby was businesslike and unfussy； with a black…and…white marble floor； white
walls； and a few Yale…blue wing…back chairs scattered about。 Blair kept her chin up as the staff
scurried about with her bags and keys； imagining she was Elizabeth Taylor； back in the days when
she was beautiful； thin； and glamorous； arriving at some simple bed…and…breakfast in a small town
in Scotland where her new film was being shot。 She could tolerate the old…fashioned； crusty
surroundings so long as she spent most of her time in the bar。
She followed the black…vested； bow…tie…wearing concierge into one of the old wood…paneled
elevators and stood silently waiting for the door to close； praying that her suite would have lots of
closet space and decent sheets。 It was precisely one of those awkward； mundane little moments
that made her feel like most of life was just waiting for something to happen。
But then； somethingdid happen。
？Hold it！？ a tall； broad…shouldered boy shouted as he dashed into the elevator。 His light brown
hair was short and wavy； and his skin was tanned a nice golden brown color。 His glittering green
eyes were framed by long； golden brown lashes； and his girlish red mouth was set off by a
masculine square chin。
？Cheers；？ he thanked the concie